smell of acetone
brushed off polished toes
lingered on the soles of my fingers
music danced around the ears
melancholy rage,
beauty and pain
seared through the heart of sadness
that whispered malice velvet darkness
crystal clear waters
drop to an endless river.
eyes dimmed out, unbright
a candle lost its light
far beyond, a soul exhales its last breath
to reach with open arms, the hands of death
I am writing a poem about fall tand the coming winter etc, which is depressing. Once you use "death" you are pretty much stuck with "breath" aren't you? Maybe I should change that HA!
ReplyDeletevague, beautiful, and deep.
ReplyDeletewonderful piece.
i love this. you have got raw & amazing talent. :)
ReplyDeletevery compelling! great work!
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